Present Day
When the knights and soldiers had disappeared into the distant horizon, Sylvin rose to his feet and began to undress.
“If you wanted to play, My Lord, you only needed to ask,” Cerilius smirked. “You did not have to send everyone away and leave us stranded in the wilderness without even a horse between us.”
“Hmph,” Sylvin passed his boots to Cerilius who looked at them with interest.
“It’s always been true in my experience, that the size of the boot is a reflection of the size… Ah, question answered,” the mage sniggered as Sylvin shoved his trousers off his hips. “Impressive, indeed, my Lord of the Silver Dragon.”